The safe room was a prison.
Serena paced the reinforced steel walls, listening to gunfire echo through the building above her. Every shot made her flinch, made her imagine Dante bleeding, dying, leaving her alone again.
"f**k this," she said finally.
The safe room had its own weapons cache—Dante believed in being prepared for everything. She strapped on a bulletproof vest, checked the pistol he'd taught her to use, and overrode the lock system with the emergency code he'd made her memorize.
The elevator was locked down, but the stairs were still accessible.
She made it to the main floor before she heard voices in the stairwell above her.
"—told you, he's got to be in the penthouse."
"Boss says bring back his head. The woman too, if we can find her."
"What about the baby?"
"What ba
